Lost
Somewhere, here in this torrent of rain
I shall find it
under a teardrop
inside a puddle.
How far could it have rolled?
It would never have fallen
had you left without it
if my hands had not been wet
but I was over my head
drowning in my bottomless pit.
You know how I love to be naked
how much I enjoy the Sun.
You know it was always a loose fit.
Sometimes I wondered if it was really mine
sort of like you.
Why did the sky open up upon your arrival?
Did it know more than you and I?
The clouds seem to know your heart
by its darkness and its fire.
Rain falls wherever you go.
Here it is, hiding beneath your boot.
I knew exactly where to look.
It’s no longer golden
more of a green, gone to rust.
Perhaps you can hock it for your guitar?
Take it and leave
and don’t ever come back.
I do not want to see your face
in case my heart weakens
and I should choose to get dressed.